Meyer’s trash masterpiece, featuring three outrageously buxom strippers on a violent thrill-seeking drive through the desert.

The most famous of Meyer’s fleshy exploitationers, oddly, doesn’t feature any nudity. But it makes up for it with the bit where a man is beaten to death by terrifying lady star Tura Satana, the hilarious/horrific knife-throwing fight and a sick/slickmurder by sports car.

Sexplotation hits the mainstream with a super-camp adaptation of saucy French comic Barbarella starring Jane Fonda is the futuristic sex lady.

Barbarella owns a custom sex aid called the Orgasmatron (It is an orgasmatron, but it's called Excessive Machine' in Barbarella. I've been told. Not that I've studied the movie at length or anything - ed) and at one point is subjected to sexual torture (it doesn’t hurt: “What kind of girl are you?! Have you no shame?”)

Mostly, though, the film is remembered for a teasing opening sequence which features Fonda stripping off a space suit in zero gravity (and, hence, in slo-mo). We have lift off, etc.

The quintessential Russ Meyer sexploitation blueprint: a series of impossibly comely women who find themselves irresistibly drawn to an apparently average man. (Unsurprisingly, Meyer himself was a bit on the plain side).

People’s clothes are constantly at the point of falling off or bursting, sex scenes happen at random and as if by accident, and you'll spend most of the film pondering on whether Meyer was breast-fed for either too long or too little.

Misconceived adaptation of Gore Vidal’s transgressive novel. Raquel Welch – who had already jiggled very effectively in One Million Years B.C. – stars as the beautiful, bosomy, sexually aggressive and (spoilers!) secretly transgendered Myra.

She's on a campaign of... something. That bit’s mostly lost in translation. She does rape a college jock with a strap-on, though. Just - y'know - to add substance.

In the best tradition of sleazy genre flicks, the title here tells you all you need to know. We’re going to the moon, and there’s going to be boobs. Space boobs.

Two scientists come into some cash and build a rocket. They arrive on the moon only to find… wouldn't ya know it? - a nudist colony! (And, er, blue skies, but we’ll look past that bit). Results: hilarious and gravity-defying.